I decline to confer with Belwether or Mortimer.

It's enough that you are inclined to meddle--" His cold anger was stirring.

He rose to his full, muscular height, slow, menacing, his long, pale fingers twisting his silky beard.

"It's enough that you meddle!" he repeated.
"As for the matter in question, a dozen men, including myself, heard you make a wager; and later I myself was a witness that the terms of that wager had been carried out to the letter.

I know absolutely nothing except that, Mr.Siward; nor, it appears, do you, for you were drunk at the time, and you have admitted it to me." "I have asked you," said Siward, rising, and very grave, "I have asked you to do the right thing.